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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.