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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
the Human League,
Brick,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.