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 Estonia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.