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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.