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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.