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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.