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 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.