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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.