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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.