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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.