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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.