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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.