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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.