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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Index,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.