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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.