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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.