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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Standells,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.