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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.