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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
UT,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.