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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.