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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.