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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.