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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.