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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Ronan,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.