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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sonics,
The Busters,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.