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 States and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Television,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.