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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.