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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.