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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Section 25 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.