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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.