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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.