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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Pole,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.