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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.