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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.