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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.