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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.