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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.