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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rakim,
Sparks,
UT,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.