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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.