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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column 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?
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.