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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.