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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.