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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.