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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.