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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.