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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.