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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Index,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.