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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.