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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.