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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.