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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.