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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.