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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.