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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.