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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.