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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.