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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Wire,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.