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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.