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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.