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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.