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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Fear,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.