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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Japan,
The Move,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Technova,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.