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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.