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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.