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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Blossom Toes 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.