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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.