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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.