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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.