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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Germs to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Faust,
ABC,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.