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 India and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
New Order,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.