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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.