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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.