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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.