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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.