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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.