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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.