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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.