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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.