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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.