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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.