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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.