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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.