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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.