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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.