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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.