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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.