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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.