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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.