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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.