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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.