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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.