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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.