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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.