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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.