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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.