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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.