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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.