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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Skarface,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
MC5,
Unwound,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.