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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.