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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.