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 Somalia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.