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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.