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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
X-101,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.