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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.