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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.