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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Unwound to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.