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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Ronan,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.