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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.