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 Latvia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.