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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.