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 Samoa and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Wire,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.