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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.