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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.