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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.