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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.