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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Victims to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Oneida,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.