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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.