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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.