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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.