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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.