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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.