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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.