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 Ethiopia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.