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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.