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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.