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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.