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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.