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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the crunk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.