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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
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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.