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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.