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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Brick,
Nas,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.