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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.