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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.