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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
X-102,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.