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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Index,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.