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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.