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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.