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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Index to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.