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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.