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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
DNA,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.