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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.