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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Franke,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.