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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.