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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 Madrid and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.