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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
X-102,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.