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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.