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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.