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 Micronesia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Index,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.