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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.