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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Brick,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Little Man,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.