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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.