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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.