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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.