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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.