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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sonics to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.