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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
PIL,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Can,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.