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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.