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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.