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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.