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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.