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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.