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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.