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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.