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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.