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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.