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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.