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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.