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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.