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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.