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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Victims,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.