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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
JFA,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.