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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.