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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
AZ,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
UT,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.