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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.