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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.