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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Brick,
Das Ding,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.