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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.