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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.