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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.