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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Cymande,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.