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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Deakin,
UT,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.