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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.