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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.