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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.