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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.