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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.