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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.