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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.