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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.