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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.