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 Morocco and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.