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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Japan,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Pole,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Wings,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.