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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.