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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.