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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
CMW,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.