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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.