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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.