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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.