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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.