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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Symarip,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.