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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.