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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.