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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.