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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.