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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.