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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.