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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Audionom,
Scion,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.