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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.