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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.