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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.