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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.