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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Visage,
Audionom,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.