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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.