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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.