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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.