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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.