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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Television,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
X-102,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.