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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.