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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.