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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.