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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.