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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.