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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.