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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Slits,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.