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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.