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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.