Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.