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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Faust,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.