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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.