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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.