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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.