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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.