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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.