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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.