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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.