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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.