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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.