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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.