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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.