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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.