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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.