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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.