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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.