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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.