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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
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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.