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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.