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 Syria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.