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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.