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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Skarface,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.