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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.