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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.