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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
MC5,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.