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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.