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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.