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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.