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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.