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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.