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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.