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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.