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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.