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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Smog,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.