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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.