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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Wire,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.