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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Japan,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.