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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.