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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.