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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.