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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.