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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.