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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Skriet,
Can,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.