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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.