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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.