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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Nico,
MC5,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.