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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Neu!,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.