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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Darondo,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.