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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
UT,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.