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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.