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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Slits,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.