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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.