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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Scion,
The Monks,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.