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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.