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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.