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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Wake,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.