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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Trumans Water 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Scion,
Model 500,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.