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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.