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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Little Man,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.