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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.