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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.