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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.