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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.