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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.