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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.