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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.