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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Index,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.