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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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 Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.