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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The New Christs,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.