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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.