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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.