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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.