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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.