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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.