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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Erasure,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.