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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
cv313,
Sparks,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.