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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.