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 Serbia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.