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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.