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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mandrill 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.