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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.