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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.