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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Suicide,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.