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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.