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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.