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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.