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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.