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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.