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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Index to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.