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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.