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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Gong,
JFA,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.