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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.