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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.