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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.