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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.