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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.