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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.