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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.