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 Iceland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.