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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.