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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.