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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.