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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.