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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.