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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.