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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.