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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.