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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.