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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Echospace,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.