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 India and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.