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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.