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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.