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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.