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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.