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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.