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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.