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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.