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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.