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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.