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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.