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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.