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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.