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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
CMW,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.