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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.