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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.