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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.