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 Panama and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.