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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.