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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.