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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.