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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.