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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.