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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.