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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.