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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
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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.