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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.