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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.