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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Hoover,
Crime,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.