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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.