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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Television,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.