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 Luxembourg 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.