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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.