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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
June Days,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Cramps,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.