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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.