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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.