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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.