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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.