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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.