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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.