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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
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.