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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.