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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.