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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.