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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.