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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.