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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.