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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.