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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.