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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.