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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.