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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.