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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.