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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Deakin,
CMW,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Television,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.