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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.