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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.