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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.