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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.