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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.