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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.