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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.