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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Skaos,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.