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 Romania and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.