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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.