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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.