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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Wire,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.