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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.