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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.