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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.