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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.