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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.