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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.