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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.