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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.