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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.