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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Brick,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.