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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.