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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.