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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Organ,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.