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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.