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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.