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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Mars,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.