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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.