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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Move,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.