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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.