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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
The Victims,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Nas,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.