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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.