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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.