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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.