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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Audionom,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Crime,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.