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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.