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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.