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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
MDC,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Swans,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.