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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.