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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lungfish,
PIL,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
New Order,
Can,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.