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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.