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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.