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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.