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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.