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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.