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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.