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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Names,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.