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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.