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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.