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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.