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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.