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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.