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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.