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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.