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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.