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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.