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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.