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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
the Human League,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.