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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.