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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.