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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.