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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.