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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.