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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.