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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.