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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.