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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.