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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
UT,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.