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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.