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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.