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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.