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 Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Kayak,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.