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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.