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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.