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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
June Days,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.