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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Index,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.