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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.