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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.