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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.