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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.