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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Visage,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.