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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.