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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.