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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
X-101,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.