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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.