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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.