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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.