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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.