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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.