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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.