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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.