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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.