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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.