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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.