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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.