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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Section 25,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.