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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.