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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.