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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.