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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.