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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.