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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.