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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.