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 Cape Verde 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.