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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.