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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Index,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.