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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.