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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.