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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.