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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.