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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.