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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Index to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.