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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.