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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
X-102,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
MC5,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.