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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Index,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
DNA,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.