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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.