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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Residents,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
X-102,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.