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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.