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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.