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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.