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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.